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empresskylo · 5 months

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎｡･ﾟﾟ･ simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader‎

craving a warm hug from a big masked military man who will tell you everything's going to be okay? well, this is it. wc. 694

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fuck fuck fuck fuck, you cursed under your breath. you were hoping simon would have already been asleep by the time you got back to his room. you didn’t want him to see you like this—so defeated and broken.

but no, of course, he wasn’t. he didn’t sleep well without you, so it only made sense that he’d wait up.

“thought you’d be asleep,” you mumbled as you walked in, not bothering to turn on the light.

he stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “waitin’ f’you.” he gave you a lazy smile, his eyes following your movements about his room.

you shied away, grabbing one of his hoodies and pulling it on over your head, trying to hide your face. the smell of his clothing relaxed you slightly, but not enough.

“y’okay?” he asked, his eyes narrowing while his smile faded.

“course,” you replied, crawling into the small bed and facing away from him. “jus’ tired.”

you heard him hum in the back of his throat in disapproval. the tears were steadily falling now, but as long as he didn’t see you…

simon’s hand settled on your arm and he rolled you over with remarkable ease. his arm extended over you so he was hovering slightly above you and his brows furrowed when he saw your face. you instinctively closed your eyes, embarrassed.

you felt his calloused fingertips stroke your cheek, wiping away the steady stream of hot tears. “what’s wrong, baby?” his voice low, almost like when he was angry, but laced with concern and an air of softness.

your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through the dew drops in your lashes. you were going to speak, to say something along the lines of nothing, and give him a fake laugh. but your lips turned into a frown and a hiccup escaped your throat. you were ardently crying now.

he was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest, rolling onto his back slightly so you were propped on him. the feeling of him protectively holding you set a bit of your racing heart at ease.

“jus’...” you began through small cries. “everything.”

his hand rubbed patterns on your back affectionately. his other hand slid up into your hair, cradling your head under his chin. he hummed softly. “shh,” he cooed.

your cries continued on, but they softened. simon was absorbing some of the pain—the hopelessness, the anxiety, the defeat—that you were feeling. “everythin’ will be okay,” he told you gently. his voice was rough in your ear as he whispered, his deep baritone not made for speaking quietly.

“you don’t know that,” you whined, tilting your head up to look at him.

he gave you a tight-lipped smile. “yeah, I do.” his hand left your hair and he used his thumb to wipe away more tears. “and even if it s’not. we’ll get ya through it. m’here, love. this isn’t all on you.”

you buried your face back against his chest and wrapped your arms around his midsection. he continued to hold you, the soft strokes of his hand on your back never stopping. eventually, he slid his hands up under his sweatshirt you were wearing, his cool hands touching your skin now, and he drew small patterns on your back. it felt nice. calming.

“m’here,” he promised again.

you smiled through the wetness in your eyes and against his warm chest. he was here. you weren’t going through any of this alone. simon was here for you. he’d take care of you.

he held you long into the night, until you finally cried yourself to sleep, never letting you go. his arms tight around you as he slept under you. when you’d wake in the morning, your face was plastered to his slowly rising and falling chest, his arms snug around you, your legs straddling him, both of your bodies flesh against one another. you’d feel a wave of safety in his embrace. you’d know that no matter how bad things got, he’d do anything for you. and he’d steady your racing heart by reminding you he would always be there.

always.

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erinfern0 · 5 months

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the prettiest thing.

simon "ghost" riley x plus size!afab!reader

— afab anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: visiting simon after he's back from deployment was always nice, but you feel anxious about getting intimate with him. simon quickly shows you how irrational your worries are.

warnings: over 3k words, slightly self-indulgent, established relationship, performance anxiety, first time together (not virginity loss), stretch marks, praise and body worship, fingering, oral, protected sex, biting and marking, simon being slightly possesive.

Standing by the door to his flat, Simon already felt the calming scent of your perfume. When he opened it, the smell hit him before he could even spot your face on the other side. As soon as he did spot it, though, a smile fell on his lips.

His arms wrapped around your waist, enjoying the warmth of your body against his. You didn't need words to express how much you missed him, just throwing your arms over his shoulders to bring him closer to you. Simon's head quickly found the crook of your neck, humming against the soft skin.

You two stood there for a couple of seconds, embracing yourself in another's presence. His lips left a single kiss on top of your head before he pulled away to do the same to your mouth. "Hi there." Simon whispered, as his hands travelled down to your hips, holding them tightly.

"Happy to see you, Si." you replied, feeling the warmth of your own cheeks.

He closed the door with his foot and guided you deeper into his flat after you kicked your shoes off. Still placing one hand on your hip, he led you into his bedroom, pointing at the bed because it was the most comfortable place in his flat. "I'm goin' to grab some water, do you want anything?"

You shook your head. While waiting, you sat down with your legs stretched in front of you. Hearing him walk around in his kitchen brought a smile to your face. You missed him so much, that you felt as if your heart was about to explode the moment you see his face again.

And you were almost right. The moment he got back, you were smiling again, heart pounding, and feeling as if your fingertips needed to feel his skin again.

"You okay there, love?" he asked, looking down at you. You just nodded your head, breathing in the familiar scent of him, the scent that always warmed your heart. The natural smell of his skin, the slightest hint of his aftershave connected with his shampoo and cigarettes made your head feel at ease.

His arm slithered around your waist, keeping you close as his other hand rubbed your thigh. Soft, calming circles with his thumb as he kissed your forehead.

Simon loved the warmth of skin, hidden beneath the fabric of your pants. It was the greatest reward for surviving another day. For finding his way back to you. Especially when he could just trace the curves of your body and feel the softness of them. So different to everything he experienced during his deployment.

You felt a rush of goosebumps run up your spine as you felt the hand on your back slowly ease its way under your shirt, tracing the sensitive skin and marks on it. Looking up, trying to see if he truly meant to do it, you met his gaze. The light of the lamp beside you reflected in them, making them shine so prettily. You could feel yourself getting lost in them once more, after all this time away it felt the same. Almost overwhelming.

Pure love and trust emitting from them made your heart flutter. You couldn't stop admiring the warmth of them. A smile found its way to not only your lips but also your own eyes. Simon wasn't a man of many words, but you didn't need to hear them to know exactly how he felt.

You closed your eyes, trying to allow the warmth of his palm to take over your body, but you just couldn't help overthinking. Does he really mean it? Does he really want it? Does he want me? You bit your lower lip, looking up at him.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked, concern filling his voice. That made your chin twitch, it was so close to breaking down with tears. "Hey, hey, hey..." he whispered, cupping your cheeks.

You leaned against his touch, trying to calm down. It wasn't simple, but you finally did, looking back into his eyes. One of his hands found yours, interlocking your fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he starts, but you stop him by shaking your head.

As soon as he sat down and placed the mug on the bedside table, you wrapped your arms around his torso, fingers lingering over the material of his baggy shirt.

"It's not like that." you whispered and swallowed harshly. You smiled slightly and placed his hand on your thigh. "I trust you." you reminded him, tracing the scar around his wrist. "You just haven't seen me yet."

The confusion that sprung on his face made you laugh nervously. Simon fixed his posture to turn his body towards you. The light from the dimmed lamp behind you allowed you to see his face clearly. "If you don't want me to see, we can just turn the lights off..." You shook your head again and he furrowed his brows. "Then explain, because I'm kind of gettin' confused, love."

You sighed and moved on the bed, to sit cross-legged in front of him. You fixed the material of your sweater to cover your body a little more. "I don't want you to be disappointed."

Simon gasped, seemingly upset at your words. He couldn't have heard you correct. "Sweetheart." he called, sitting up. His hands found your shoulders, softly rubbing them with his thumbs. "Look at me."

"No, Si, it's just..." you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, touching his hands. "My body probably doesn't look the way you imagined, there are all of those folds and those damn stretch marks, I just..."

"Sweetheart." he repeated, looking into your eyes and slightly shaking your arms to bring you back from those thoughts. Simon waited a couple of seconds before he let his hands slide down to your waist, gently caressing the plush of your sides. "Those are literally my favorites."

You blinked at his words a few times. "Favorites?" you asked, trying to hide the shock appearing on your face. Maybe also trying to hide how warm your cheeks had gotten.

"Trust me, I get a little crazy every time you show them off in those cute tops of yours or whenever you wear my shirts." he chuckled softly, his arms guiding your back to lie against the sheets. "Can't get enough of you."

Despite your worries, Simon made you feel loved in more ways than he believed he could. Especially when he looked at you so wholeheartedly, eyes moved down at your stomach that was showing after your sweater raised a little bit while lying down.

Before you managed to pull it down, Simon reached his hand down, looking at you for consent before he traced the lines spread over your skin. They were always sensitive, but this time the touch made you shiver slightly and look at his hand. He barely even touched them, and you began sucking in your stomach.

Simon chuckled at your actions, lowering his mouth to press a warm kiss to one of the lines, moving to the next one before you could think about it. His hands moved to cup your sides, holding you down, so you wouldn't squirm that much.

Your fingers intertwined with his hair, slowly playing with it and scratching at his scalp, showing him your approval. You liked it, a little too much, perhaps. Your breathing became shallow, watching the way he peppers your scarred skin with soft kisses, moving up your body until his lips met the material of your bra.

His eyes met yours, so close yet so far. You spread your thighs a little more, inviting him between them, so he could hook your legs over his. The movement made your body bounce off of his, your chest and stomach making a tiny shift, your cheeks getting warmer again. His hands rubbed the sides of your legs and moved up.

You couldn't help but look at him. His own eyes were focused on the way your chest moved. That shit-eating grin appeared on his lips as his fingers made their way up, making you subconsciously lift your back from the bed, helping him to unclasp the bra and take off your shirt.

Simon caught your lips to kiss them gently, still smiling as he moved his hands to your front, teasing the underline of your breasts. The pads of his thumbs felt so good on your skin, as if they belonged there from the start. His lips found the crook of your neck, first softly kissing, getting sloppier every time you tugged on the material of his hoodie.

The way your hips started to grind against his drove him insane, you could feel him get harder under the jeans he wore. You tilted your head a bit, giving him better access to the soft skin, allowing him to graze it with his teeth. Shyly, you moved your fingers under his hoodie, teasing his abs with your nails.

"No need to rush." he reminded you, gripping at your hip to ground you, his other hand reaching to graze your cheek. Simon looked up, catching you biting your lower lip to stop yourself from all those noises you were about to make, taking them as silly.

His thumb slowly slid between your lips, making your teeth free one of them. Placing another kiss on the corner of your mouth, he chuckled at the way you tried to chase after him. The pout on your face made his whole body warmer.

"I want it, Si." you started, looking into his eyes to see if he actually meant all of it, if he wasn't doing it out of pity or something worse. But you couldn't mistake the lust in them for anything else.

"Let me do all the work, yeah?" he cooed against your ear, nose teasing your cheek before he moved lower again, kissing his way down your body, stopping right between your breasts. He cupped them, watching the way your nipples hardened around his fingers.

You gasped, hips jolting against his looking or that friction you so desperately needed. "Sweet, sensitive thing, aren't you?" he whispered, moving his thumbs over the buds, teasing them. The feeling made you shiver again, legs wrapping a little tighter around him.

You looked away, trying not to think about the way you must have looked, but he quickly caught on to what you were trying to do. His fingers gently pulled on your nipples, rubbing them as he looked up at you. "Focus on me, beautiful."

Beautiful. The word rolled off his tongue so easily it made your heart flutter. Your hands gripped his sides under his hoodie, using your thumbs to trace some of the scars, smiling mindlessly as he praised you.

Soon enough, you forgot how to use your words properly. His lips wrapped around your nipple, while the other was covered by his palm, kneading your breast. He hummed happily, lapping at the sensitive bud as he closed his eyes. You could watch how passionate and excited he gets, more and more every time you allowed those soft moans to leave your mouth.

His hoodie was gone a long time ago, allowing your nails to dig into the skin on his back as he moved his way down, kissing the stretchmarks again. This time, though, his fingers hooked over the band of your sweatpants and underwear, looking up at you. "Think I can take them off, love?" he asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.

You nodded your head, shifting in your position to allow him to take them off. You gasped at the feeling of cold air hitting your core, already drenched. Simon's palms rested atop your knees, slowly spreading them as he lowered his body. You squirmed as his lips moved over your inner thigh, intensively staring into your eyes.

He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling when you tugged on his hair harder, arching your back when his thumbs spread your folds, tongue making a long lick from your tightening hole to your clit. "God." he groaned, immediately repeating his actions, already getting addicted to your taste.

His palm rested on your stomach, gently kneading it as he sucked on the sensitive bud, circling his tongue around it. You fought hard to keep your legs spread for him, soft gasps leaving your lips. You were slowly losing all sense of control, the more the pad of his thumb pressed at your clenching hole.

Soon, it slid inside, getting you used to the feeling of him inside of you. Simon's hips grinding rapidly against the bed, jeans already painfully tight over his bulge. Your hips matched the rhythm of his tongue on you, spreading your arousal over his face.

His index and middle fingers rubbed your entrance, making you hear the squelching sounds of your wet heat. Simon slowly pushed them inside, making your thighs tremble around his head, whimpering with pure need.

"Patience." he chuckled, sliding them in and out, soothing your walls and groaning at the warmth of you. Your name slipped from his lips when you pulled on his hair again, quietly begging him to continue lapping at your cunt.

Simon's lips curved in a smirk, leaving kisses all over your labia. His free hand unbuckled his belt, pushing his jeans down to his ankles. After he was done, he returned to licking various shapes over and between your folds before he sucked your clit.

The way you kept chanting his name, the soft whines of pleasure filling the room made his mind fogged up. His tip leaked over his boxers, but he didn't stop until your orgasm came crashing down your body. He made your back arch and legs shake against his ears, almost suffocating him. That was a sacrifice he was willing to make to hear you moan his name like this again.

Simon kept his face buried between your thighs until you came back from your high, looking down at him with those pleading eyes he couldn't say no to. His massive frame moved to the bedside table, leaning down to grab something from it.

You were panting as you watched his actions, the way he got back to you, guiding your legs to wrap around him. A satisfied grin appeared on his face as he got closer. Simon pressed a kiss to your temple, groaning as your fingers intertwined with his hair again.

His palm rested on top of your cunt, making you gasp. "Oh, you actually are a sensitive thing." he cooed, tapping your heat and enjoying the impact of your legs enclosing him. You squirmed and brought his head closer to yours, kissing him before your smaller hand reached down.

Simon locked his eyes on yours, humming with appreciation when your fingers traced the outline of his cock. Before he could remind you to be patient, you pulled his underwear down, earning a surprised hiss from him.

"Can you just wait a little more, love?" he whispered, beginning to mark your neck, while he pushed your hand away. Simon sat up, soothing your thigh with one hand while the other found the condom he got from his side table. He quickly opened the wrapper, throwing it somewhere next to you.

You felt more confident with your actions when you pulled on his tags as soon as he pushed the condom over his shaft. His lips met yours. Slowly, he teased your lower lip with his tongue, waiting for you to allow it inside.

You did, opening your mouth a little more, the same moment the tip of his cock rested over your clit. You whimpered, dragging your nails over his neck and back. Simon chuckled against you, pulling back just to look into your eyes again.

He craved to watch your reactions, every little movement of your lips, the flutter of your eyelashes. He especially loved the way you fought to not let your eyes roll back when he tapped his tip over your clit a few times.

One of your hands rested on his chest, the other playing with his hair as he coated his cock with your arousal. His face was mere centimeters away from yours when he supported his body on his forearm, you could feel his warm breath on your cheek.

You caught his eyes again, this time they expressed a silent question: "Are you sure?" Without waiting for him to say it out loud, you nodded your head. He smiled at your eagerness.

He didn't let you look away as he slowly pushed the tip in. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made him curse under his breath,. When you asked if he was okay, he furrowed his brows. "Okay? Fuck, love." he chuckled, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead atop yours. "You feel like actual Heaven."

At this point, you couldn't even express how happy you felt with him. Every word, every touch was soaked with his adoration towards you. Simon's breath started to get more shallow every second he thursted inside of you. He truly felt heavenly, mostly because of the way you clenched around him, but your sweet moans of his name drove him insane.

He felt like he was getting addicted to you, more and more every time you tried to grasp his arms or arch your back against him, making the soft skin of your stomach press against his abs.

His free hand reached down to where your bodies connected the most, thumb rubbing soft circles over your swollen clit. "Can you give me one more, baby?" he asked, smirking as your thighs started to close around him. Simon smiled teasingly as you nodded again. "Use your words for me, can you?"

"Mhm, yes, Simon." you whined as the tip of his shaft hit that spot inside of you.

He murmured something before he changed his position. He lifted his body so he could kneel between your legs, one hand holding your thigh, fingers digging into it while the other rested on your other thigh, sliding closer to your core just to continue rubbing your clit.

Simon's eyes met yours, that lustful expression never leaving them. You could see how lost he truly was, almost overwhelmed with how good he felt, trying to make you feel even better. His skin glistened in the dim light of his bedroom, covered in a couple droplets of sweat and accompanied by the many scars he gained over the years.

Your hand shyly reached down, tracing the tattoos on his forearm, trying to touch him however you could, you just needed to feel his skin under your fingertips. The hand that held your thigh moved to grab your hip, guiding your movements to meet his.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other made your face warmer with embarrassment, but you tried to focus on the tags on his neck, bouncing off his chest with every thrust of his hips.

You felt yourself getting closer, the coil in your stomach slowly getting tighter when he kept that steady pace, grunting your name while his head got thrown back. He tried his best to concentrate, but he was so touch-starved that it was difficult to wait that long.

"Need you closer, Si." you mewled, trying to pull him towards you and he nodded, leaning forward to rest his forearm next to your head again. Still holding your hip, he slowed his movements to allow you to accommodate.

"Close enough?" he asked, his teeth grazing over the skin of your collarbone. The moan escaping your lips was enough of an answer for him. Simon cherished the sounds you made, feeling something bigger than pride hearing them, combined with the sting of marks you left on his back.

And you were becoming louder by the second, your sounds made him feel dizzy and got him even closer to the edge. His thrusts turned erratic and sloppy, earning more clenches on your cunt around his cock.

Instead of circling your clit, he started giving it light slaps, repeatedly tapping the overly sensitive bud of nerves, before he got back to those soothing circles. Your mouth stayed open, brows furrowed from pleasure as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

He bit into your shoulder, enough to let you feel just how feral you turned him. To mark you as his as much as he thought you deserved. The sharp sting of his teeth sinking into your skin made you cry out in both pain and pleasure, something so simple driving you insane.

You tried to tell him how close you were, but all you could manage to babble out was his name, over and over until the knot in your stomach uncoiled. Your moans, the shake of your legs, and that goddamned clenching made him cum deep inside of you with a sharp inhale, followed by a moan of your name.

You two stayed there, catching your breaths and looking into each other's eyes when wrapping your arms around each other. Simon buried his head in the crook of your neck, kissing the dark mark of his teeth in a soothing manner, his palm doing the same to the bruises on your hip.

He hummed against your skin, inhaling the calming scent of your skin before he moved his hips, just enough to slip out of you. Then, he lied next to you, one arm under your head while the other traveled over your body.

Starting with the valley of your breasts, moving down to rub your stomach and thighs, so tired from holding them spread all this time. You closed your eyes, loving the warmth of his body next to you, hand reaching to interlock your fingers. You kissed his shoulder and nuzzled your face in his chest.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable. And despite your worries, you didn't think about all those noises you made, he made sure to keep your mind occupied with his soft touches and sweet iloveyou's whispered against the crown of your head. You whispered them back, the vibration of your voice against his chest made him chuckle.

"My prettiest little thing, you did so well f'me." he cooed, playing with your hair. You nodded, accepting your new title without any doubts, slowly drifting off to sleep, leaving him to kiss your forehead for the last time before he got out of bed to clean you up

After taking care of himself too, he found you lying on your side, partially covered with his sheets, making him smile at the view. Simon rested behind you, wrapping his arm around your body to hold you close to him, joining you in the peaceful slumber.

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kittycandles · 6 months

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Simon who finds you all alone, weeping and cradling yourself.

Simon who then sits beside you, nudging you without saying a word. He stares down at you, his eyes not the usual cold ones he has on display. You lean up against him, letting his presence engulf you.

Simon who runs an ungloved hand through your hair to soothe you. " 's alright. You're alright." he breathes out. You lean into his hand, slowly but surely calming down.

Simon who stays with you for however long you need, even after your tears are dry. He knows how rough you've had it lately.

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k7nnedy · 4 months

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loud footsteps echoed through the house, he grumbled to himself as he lazily walked to his shared room and feeling the soreness of his body washing over him now that he’s finally home. when he is in missions, the adrenaline is just so intense that he’s only able to feel actually his body is when he gets home.

he would gently open the door, peeking at the room, you were tucked in the cozy blankets, seeming to be in a deep sleep. he didn’t blame you, it was in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun hadn’t even shined yet. he then took off his gear with some quiet gruffs and grunts so he could take a shower. the warm water hitting his shoulders making him sigh in pleasure. he was still trying to be quiet as possible though, he didn’t wanted to wake you up.

he dressed in comfy clothes, the soft cotton made his skin warm. gentler steps towards the room, he opened the door and you were still asleep, you were in a deep sleep indeed. he walked towards you, balaclava off, soft eyes in your sleeping form. he reached a gentle hand on your shoulder and for his surprise, you jolted awake and turned towards him, his eyebrows raised and your eyes wide. “hey, luv..” he’d whisper, his usual rough voice sounding more soft as he talked to you. “did i scare you?” you look up at him, as if still realizing he was there. “simon?” you whisper back, immediately trying to sit down to reach for him, but he put you down.

“shh,” he slowly sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around you in almost a protective way, pulling him down into the bed, not wanting you to be awake at such an hour. he closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow. you would cuddle up to his chest, arms wrapping around his waist so tightly as if you were scared he would be away again. “we can talk tomorrow,” he whispered into your hair and you nodded, already feeling the sleepiness hitting once again as you closed your eyes. he sighed, feeling comforted by the feeling of being safe again.

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sexydoffyman · 6 months

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day 15 - KNIFE PLAY

Simon Riley

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genre: comfort, suggestive

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He never understood why, but he had a thing for seeing people fear him. So knife play was a thing he always suggested. It grossed people out and even scared them. As his life went on, he started to see himself as a monster rather than a human.

It was all because he liked that kind of fucked stuff. When he managed to find a partner, he tried to never tell them about his fantasies. But when he did, they always left. They always cursed the living shit out of him for being so senseless.

He was fed up. Angry at himself. Why did he have to be this way? Why wasn't he able to change. He started to notice his pain-seeking habits even outside the bedroom. He enjoyed slicing a person's throat open when he was on the mission. He was watching injured animals like it was his hobby.

He didn't know what to do with himself. So he just decided to keep his thing for pain and fear a secret in hopes someone would be able to change him.

He met you on a mission, fighting alongside him. You two somehow ended up together. And even tho everyone warned you about being in a relationship with him, you decided to go with your own stubborn head.

It had been months since you started dating. And it was months since you had sex with him for the first time. He was glad that the sadistic thoughts didn't appear in his head. He could only love you and care for you.

But people never change.

He saw you get cut while cooking. He glared at the wound. His thoughts went back. In those few minutes, he tried to beat his desires back deep into his head. But every day, he kept thinking about how you would look scared that he was actually going to cut you up.

Even tho his desires could be described as fucked, he was not a bad dude. He wanted you to live a normal life. With someone who wasn't like him. He was going to tell you. Walking up to you so casually, making sure there's a space between you so that you wouldn't feel threatened.

And so he told you. He would never imagine you'd be under him, letting him hold a knife to your throat. The blade hovering above your skin. He could easily kill you. What he found the most pleasing about the situation was that you weren't even a little bit scared of him.

It was like you knew he didn't have it in him to hurt you. This was the first time he saw a threatening situation, and what pleased him wasn't the fear or pain. He loved it.

You made him feel things he never felt before. You did it. You changed him. He loved to put the tip just to your neck, giving you a small poke, but not deep enough to even make a drop of blood. He wouldn't forgive himself if he ever gave a scar.

a/n: I don't really know why I made this more on the fluff side, but it feels right.

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slvtforfiction · 3 months

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Pregnancy bills

☆ Ghost x SingleMum!Reader

☆ American Reader 😞

☆ Civilian Reader

☆ Fluff :)

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“Ghost when you coming home?” I say and I could almost hear him smile through the phone, “Soon love,soon.” He tells me.

“How’s the kid?” He asks and I smile looking at the infant clinging onto my finger, “She’s good,the hospital bills are insane though.” I laugh although I want to cry.

“How much?” He asks and I think for a moment, “ ‘Bout $40,000,” I say and he sighs, “Gonna have to get out a loan I think.” I mutter in disbelief.

“Okay,don’t worry about it.” He says softly and I nod to myself, “I’ll try.” I laugh, “Right I’ve got to go for training okay? I’ll come and see you when I get home.” He says and I smile.

Me and ghost had been dating for little over 6 months,I already had a kid and the father fled,wasn’t exactly helpful but Simon told me he’d help,after a while we got together.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

• “Hey love,I got you some roses,I was wondering if you’d like to go out for drinks some time? I’ll pay for the sitter and-“

• I cut off his rambling, “I’d love that.” I whisper as I smile at him with my little girl in my arm.

“Okay love,our little girl misses you as much as I do by the way.” I whisper out,and I can hear his small chuckle, “Our little girl and my prettiest girl will see me soon,promise.” He tells me and I smile.

“Love you.” I say without thinking,the moment I realise I become nervous,it was the first time I had uttered those words to him. “I’m sorry you don’t have to say it back and-“ he cut off my rambling, “I love you too angel,I’ll see you soon,yeah?” He says and I smile, “I’ll see you soon.” I whisper with the largest smile on my face.

Suddenly the line went dead and I turned my attention back to the tv and the sleeping girl in my arms,who had fallen asleep once again.

I hold onto her as I walk her through the living room and to her cot,leaving her to sleep in peace as I watch whatever was on tv.

I hear a knock at the door and I open to the post man and smile as he hands me my mail. “Thanks.” I say before walking back inside my house.

Bills,bills and bills. I sigh to myself and flick through them,sighing as I see the hospital bill. I mutter to myself about missing my payment before opening it.

‘The bills in your name have been paid for,’ That was the first thing I had read before rushed to my room,grabbing my phone and dialling the number I had learnt to recognise.

“Simon!” I yell down the phone,happily, “What can I do for you princess.” He says calmly,a difference than me,the girl who was almost squealing down the phone.

“Did you pay my bills?!” I almost yell, “Mh,maybe.” He mutters and I roll my eyes, “Si! You shouldn’t have done that!” I yell more worried about how im supposed to pay him back.

“Why’s that hun?” He asks and I shake my head in disbelief, “I can’t pay you back! I don’t know what to do now!” I saying calming my voice as I sniffle,tears welling up in my eyes knowing that I can’t pay him anything.

“Baby,stop crying please,I don’t want you to pay me back.” He whispers in a calm voice, “That’s what everyone says but simmy I truly can’t pay you back.” I sniffle. His numbing voice and difference to my humiliating voice. “Dove,no. I don’t want payment,what they were charging for our little girl was extortion,I paid it,I don’t need the money.” He says and I sniffle.

“Do you mean that?” I whisper,my anxiety getting the best of me, “I mean that.” He says and I sniffle once again, “Thank you.” I whisper with a downward smile. “Anything for you.” He replied.

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imtherain · 1 year

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Be Holding Me

Hey there

Today was lame and my stomach was a POS as it is wont to do, so I threw up about it. Didn’t feel great after (surprise surprise) so I wrote an incredible indulgent fanfic which is 100% a self insert and if you have a problem with that you can fuck right off.

But, yeah, not feeling good, wanted some cuddles, currently in love with Ghost, so here we are.

Warnings: talk about getting sick/losing one’s lunch, very slight mention of blood, Ghost being a chair. No pancakes. idk man I just work here

Anywho

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I get sick a lot.

I always say it's my ungrateful stomach, or my useless meat suit. Some days, no matter how nice I am to them, they rebel and I lose my lunch. Or dinner. Or breakfast. It was never fun, but after so many years of this nonsense, I’d grown, unfortunately, used to it.

Today was no different. Something random set me off, a smell maybe. I’d been set off by something as mundane as the air freshener before, even though it was the same one I had always used. It didn’t really matter the why though, only that it happened, and now I was woozy, annoyed with my lot in life, and needing some positive attention.

So I went looking for Ghost.

Anyone else who knew Ghost would think he would be the last person you’d look to for comfort. He was big, intimidating… glared a lot. But under all that big badass energy, he was secretly a softie. Well, maybe not for everyone, but he definitely was for me.

He was on the couch, watching the sports channel when I found him. He glanced up at me, but didn’t say anything. He knew that usually I didn’t want to talk about it, sometimes I didn’t even want to acknowledge it.

I went right up to him and crawled into his lap. He shook his head a little, but adjusted so that there was room for the both of us, and tucked my head under his chin. I hummed, content to be held for a bit.

“I hope you didn’t have to hear all that,” I said.

“Want me to lie to you?” Ghost said.

“Sorry,” I was always embarrassed when someone had to hear the tragedy that was my insides. I knew it wasn’t fun for anyone involved.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” He said. “Need anything?”

“Just this for now,” I told him, nuzzling myself into his neck. I felt him chuckle as his arms held me a little tighter for a moment. If anyone accused Ghost of being nice, he’d call them a liar.

“Did you drink some water?” He asked. I grunted at him.

“I brushed my teeth,” I offered instead.

“Not the same,” He shifted so he could reach down next to the couch and handed me his water bottle. “Drink,”

“Boo,” I complained but I drank some before resettling against his chest. One of his hands began rubbing up and down my back and I hummed again, closing my eyes. He was warm and everywhere and it was nice.

I could tell he had gone back to watching his game because he started cursing under his breath about a bad call. I smiled though because it was so damn domestic.

“How we feeling?” Ghost’s voice pulled me from the slight doze I’d found myself in. If he wasn’t so comfortable, it wouldn’t have been such a problem to stay awake.

“Like shit,” I told him.

“What can I do about it?” He asked.

“Kill me?” I offered hopefully.

“Negative,”

“Why not?”

“Too much of a mess,” I snorted at him.

“You’re no fun,”

“Never said I was,” But he moved to press his forehead into my hair. I always joked that he was like a cat that gave head bonks instead of using his words. I didn’t mind, sometimes words didn’t help anyway.

I bonked him back and I could feel him smile through his balaklava.

“I could always try to fuck you better,” He offered with a smirk even his mask couldn’t hide.

“I don’t know that that’d make me feel any better,” But I was smiling.

“Always makes me feel better,” Another gentle knock of his forehead against me.

“That’s cuz you’re a slut, Simon,” I shifted slightly to press a kiss to his cloth covered cheek. There was a time that was the closest I got to skin. He moved to pull his mask up to his nose.

“Like I’m going to let you get away with that,” But he was grinning. He held me tighter so I couldn’t escape him as he kissed my face. I laughed and tried to push him away, but he was far stronger than me, and really, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. “Kiss me,” He commanded softly. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I just got sick, you don’t want to be near my mouth,”

“You’ve kissed me when there’s been blood on my face, and you at least brushed your teeth,” He reminded me. I snorted at him again.

“That was a very different situation,” I said.

“Don’t care,” This time he took matters into his own hands, and by matters, I mean my face. He tipped my head back and covered my mouth with his. For a long moment, there was nothing else in the whole world but his lips on mine. No school or work or groceries to get. No rent or bills or stress. No ungrateful stomach, no useless meatsuit. Just Simon.

And that was more than enough.

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 3 months

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I need Simon Riley who realizes just how much he loves you when he has a night terror.

He shoots out of bed with a shout, quickly looking to your side just to see it empty. His heart quickens even faster, images of your dead body, blood pouring out of your mouth and ears, eyes frantic before they still and glaze over. Remembering the scream he lets out as he shakes you, begging you.

"Please, please don't fuckin leave, love. God, not you. Please, you promised!"

He's having a panic attack and before he even processes it, he's running to the bathroom. Throwing him head into the toilet bowl, puking everything up as if his entire body is rejecting the very possibility of you no longer being there. He can't stop the tears ripping out of him and his fast, suffocating breaths stinging his throat as if the vomit isn't even there.

He doesn't even register your hand on his back, your panicked calling out to him.

"Baby? Baby what's wrong? Please talk to me" You beg, brushing his hair back, trying to hold onto him.

His wide, tear filled eyes meet yours and he throws himself into your arms, holding onto you like a lifeline. His crying doesn't stop, the intense emotions still overwhelming his senses.

"God please never leave me. I swear to god I'll be the best for you. I'll keep you safe, nothin's gonna happen to you" He swear as if he'd be your own guardian angel.

"Baby what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" You pet his hair, beginning to realize what's happening.

"I can't lose you, I can't. Not you. Please, I can't." He cries into your shirt, trying to calm down but he feels genuine fear that he doesn't feel outside the battlefield. You hold him as his breathing slows down, exhaustion overtaking him. You settle against the wall, fingers combing through his hair as you both fall asleep. Safe to say he doesn't have anymore nightmares that night.

(Friendly reminder that traumatized men aren't always fully numb and military men can have feelings !!)

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dmitriene · 1 month

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cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, shameless smut, established relationship, obviously ooc simon, domestic things, cuddling, intimacy, simply getting off to simon, pinv, pet names, praising, creampie, brief mention of multiple orgasms and overstimulation, aftercare. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

simon riley is a bulky man.

a large mass of pumped up muscles that he has honed with diligence and hard work, wide biceps and thighs, a large chest that looks proudly forward when he folds his arms behind his back and straightens, bulging veins, rippling muscles with every movement, full pack of chiseled abs, a beautiful back and strong shoulder blades.

but he's also a soft man.

a small, accumulated over the years layers of fat on his sides, gathering into small folds when his body turns sideways or leans down, a slightly protruding, soft belly that is covered with a slight scattering of blonde hair and white, pale pink scars, his chest and shoulders still wide, but paired with the acquired softness, look softer, and feel the same.

he eats well and feels comfortable in his body, not stopping to exercise in the morning and swinging in his free time, but nevertheless not losing weight, but only continuing to gain, and this is definitely to your credit, because he cannot refuse a plate of steak and vegetables held out from your hands, standing before his eyes in your charming apron and murmuring so sweetly — “made this for you, si, i noticed you liked the meat last time„

and simon can't refuse, especially when you like his new body shape so much, where your hands gently stroke his sides, and your head is almost always on his soft belly uf you're relaxing on the couch, and once you're in bed, you can't get away from his chest, snuggling up and nuzzling against his body until you fall asleep, letting his hands squeeze you harder than gently because you asked for it — “don't be afraid, si, i like it„

and fuck, you would be the death of him, especially when you bend so sluttily to arch your back for him and rise your plush ass to the air, pleading him with sweet mewls and tiny wriggle of your hips so he would fuck your dripping pussy from behind, just so you would feel how the fat on his stomach rubs against your back with gentle drags as simon curls on top of you, his hand intertwined with yours, his meaty cock bottoms in your weeping cunt fully as he hisses cursed praises — “good, good fucking girl, feel so nice and snug for me„

your eyes fly to the back of your head immediately as he picks up the pace, fucking in to you fully and knocking your cervix with each sharp thrust as his broad hips and soft thighs snap against your reddening ass, cunt clenching around his meaty shaft rapidly, sucking him in snuggly as you fuck yourself back on him vigorously, just so simon would pin you down with his soft, big body against the messy sheets, rolling his hips and taunting you when you drool beneath him — “fuck, look a' you, drooling and clamping on me like that, that's wha' i do to you, lovie?„

and you just nod dumbly, brain is a mush that he fucked out long ago with each drag of his fat cock inside your gummy walls that try to milk him for all his worth and each spurt of thick milky seed, letting it leak out just so simon would fuck it back, his body sweaty, muscles constricting and thick, bear like palm squeeze your breast, almost crushing, as you mewl and whine pitifully, begging him not to stop — “yea — yeeah, pleasepleaseplease, d — don't stop, sii!„

and simon wouldn't, until you lay unmoving beneath him, gargling some delirious moans when he pushes his cum deep in you even through his cock aching from overstimulation, till he slips out to wipe you both and tuck your naked body against his under the covers, letting you nuzzle satisfiengly against him with soft sighs.

that's more than enough for simon to never think for once to start lose weight, because fuck, he sees what it does to his filthy girl.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Simon lets out a deep chuckle as he sees your daughter pick flowers from the light, clean grass, her tiny hands barely even managing to gather enough strength to get the stems out of the ground.

“C'mon, that's enough.” His voice is patient, calloused hands picking his daughter up as he brings her up to his chest, a small smile when he sees her holding onto the flowers for dear life, giggles leaving her lips as he starts bouncing her while they walk.

It became a routine, in a way, for Simon to bring his daughter whenever he visits his family. She's too young to understand, so pure, so untainted from the dangers of the world, always kept safe by Simon and you, yet he can't fight off the urge to make his family see her.

He walks for a few minutes, enjoying the chilly air while his daughter cuddles up to him, one of her tiny hands gripping his jacket, while the other one is still holding onto the flowers. He stops in front of a set of four graves, the familiar pit of dread setting deep within him starts to come out, shaky hands managing to gently put the little girl down on the cold ceramic.

Mrs. Riley.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Simon was hiding his hurt quite well, managing to sit down next to his little girl, one hand on her back as she started crawling around, finally setting the flowers down.

“Mum?” His voice is quiet, almost cracking, as if he was the scared little boy his mother defended with her life. His daughter looks up at him with curious brown eyes, sitting down and entertaining herself with her own onesie.

“I remember telling you I'd never settle down because I could never get as lucky as Tommy and Beth...” He dragged out, gaze going down to the ring on his finger, the physical representation of your union.

“You've met my wife before, and now I want you to see my kid too.” He's barely managing to speak, words coming out rough and choked up as his hand caresses his daughter's thin hair, making him pause just to examine her features. She's a tiny carbon copy of him, a lovely nose and a set of brown eyes that will never see the horrors he lived.

“She's a proper daddy's girl, but you would've loved each other.” He's sure of it. His mum was always so lovely, so nurturing. A true angel on earth with way too much forgiveness and patience for her own good.

He picks his daughter up, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Simon thought he cried all his tears when he was a little boy, yet his nose is starting to sting, vision getting blurry for a few seconds until a choked sob manages to escape his lips. He's quick to wipe any tears away, simply trying to focus on the peace and quiet the cemetery offers, his hand running up and down his daughter's back, patting it softly just to hear that little giggle that seems to always repair his broken soul.

“All of you would've loved her, shy little thing she is.” He sniffles again before a quiet laugh leaves his lips, smiling despite the way his eyes are still filled with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“I'm quittin' the SAS soon, don't want her to grow up without a father. The wife's happy about it, too.” Simon lets out a small sigh, looking down at the graves of his family, all buried next to each other. He shakes his head softly, his free hand quickly wiping off his tears before he goes back to holding his daughter, rocking her with care.

“I'll come back with her next time, jus' wanted to talk to you today. Let you meet this lovely girl.” Big brown eyes meet his gaze, instantly cheering him up despite everything. He pinches his cheek softly only for the little girl to smack his hand away with a giggle, only making his smile grow wider at how hot-heated she is. Just like her mother.

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bluegiragi · 5 months

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monster!au sketchdump #2

1-2: monster swap!! purely indulgent, since if they were actually these monsters from the start, they'd all have turned out different.

3: price in his prime! he was a real tank, but he grew out of his destructive phase.

4: preening time with gaz <3

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#nothing will stop soap from wearing crop tops and low waisted jeans #also i PROMISE i am planning to do a backstory comic at some point showing how price lost his wing #for now just enjoy the fact that for many years he was an absolute menace in the skies #also dragons dont preen like harpies do - they clean themselves in different ways #price learnt how to preen gaz on a mission they had together where gaz was injured and unable to do it himself comfortably #its a tradition now #monster 141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #giragi art

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erinfern0 · 4 months

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What has two legs and bleeds?

simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, afab anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: your plans for si coming back from deployment get ruined by your period coming early, but you're lucky simon is the caring lover he is.

warnings: convo about periods, painkillers, and stuff like that. other than that, it's pure fluff and comfort for all my menstruating folks out there.

Every time Simon comes back from deployment, he makes sure to spend all his time with you, besides for work and running errands of course. So as soon as he got back this time, he ordered some of your favorite food and ate it in bed with you, telling you all about living at the base. Of course, he was exhausted, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't spend some time with you before he drifted off to sleep.

As usual, he didn't mention any of his missions. Didn't give you any of the horrible details of his job, you were too pure to disturb your mind with the gore and terror of soldier life. But he told you a lot about the briefings, all the puns he shared with Johnny, and he would play cards with Johnny and Kyle whenever Price was too busy with his reports.

Of course, he noticed that the laughs at his jokes were quieter when you started eating. He also noticed how one of your hands started fidgeting the material of your sweatpants. His own fingers reached to your hand, gently squeezing to see if you were okay, the same way he always did.

"What's wrong, sweets?" he asked, a glimpse of worry in his voice as he placed his plate on the bedside table. You raised your eyes at him. Thanks to the lamp beside him, you could see his warm gaze upon you, accompanied by a shiny scar on his nose and other ones on his temple and cheek. He had a slight black eye that caught your attention the moment he entered the apartment.

But now he was asking about you. You squeezed his hand back and smiled. "What has two legs and bleeds, Simon?" you asked with a chuckle, allowing his palm to softly graze over your thigh.

"I've told you that one before, love. It's half a—" before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off by shaking your head with a tired giggle. His brows furrow in confusion as he fixes his posture, trying to remember if he ever told you any variation of one of his darker puns. "What is it, then?"

You wave at him to come closer and he does so, moving himself forward until his knee meets yours. He felt like a silly teenager, leaning towards you to hear your little secret. Before he could guess, you softly whispered: "It's me, Si."

You caught him off guard, for a couple of seconds he just stared up and down your body. He started slowly analyzing your words until he finally understood the meaning. His eyes squinted as he chuckled, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

"You actually got me there. Congrats..." he took your plate, knowing you won't be able to finish your meal. He pointed at the pillows beside him, then stood up to the dresser on the opposite side of the room to grab you some painkillers from his drawer.

You smiled at him and decided to lay your head on the bigger pillow, kneading it with your palms to make it comfortable. Simon left and brought you a fresh glass of water, a focused look on his face as he kneeled on the bed, handing you the survival kit.

"Just one?" you asked as your cramps got worse, the pain taking over not only your stomach but also your head. The pout on your face made his heart sink in for a few seconds. He sat on the bed beside you and shook his head.

"This one's mine, stronger than your regulars." Simon explained, patting your thigh as you swallowed the pill. The glass quickly found its place on the nightstand beside you, and you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers tracing the seams of your pants.

You felt your body being grasped by his strong arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you to sit in between his thighs. Your back quickly found the material of his hoodie and the warmth of skin underneath.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, softly inhaling the scent of your body wash as he rubbed circles over your lower stomach. As usual, you interlocked your fingers by placing your palm over his hand. Your gentle fingertips felt the roughness of his scarred knuckles.

"Your hands are cold." he huffed against your neck, his other hand immediately finding yours to heat it up. This man was a walking radiator. You started feeling better, allowing him to entirely embrace you in his arms, your lips finding the top of his head.

Within the passing minutes, you found yourself calming down, the pain slowly leaving your body as Simon's breathing turned heavier than usual. You reached one of your hands to the side, caressing the muscles of his thigh hidden under the sweatpants. His breath against your neck got you some goosebumps all over your forearms but in the nicest way possible.

You liked the hold he had on your hands, the way his thighs were spread so wide just to let you sit comfortably. Even when he was softly asleep for the first time in a while. Soon enough, his form fully relaxed underneath you, pulling you with him to a peaceful slumber.

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friedri-ce · 4 months

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let grown-up ghost be a badass bug god

#uuuh are shade lords hands comfortable??? idk #hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #fanart #hk ghost #the knight #hk lord of shades

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divine-draws · 3 months

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Simon and Sammy are sick... Johnny absolutely had to wrangle them both into sitting down and is now stressing over kids cold meds lol

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sexydoffyman · 6 months

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For Kinktober, may I request Size Difference with Ghost and gender neutral reader (if possible)? If your not doing COD characters, I’m cool with Sanji :) please and thank you ♥️ and I hope your doing well today.

day 22 - SIZE DIFFERENCE

Simon Riley

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A/N: I know I didn't publicly announce this, but I don't write for One piece anymore. Maybe I will in the future tho.

You were in the army for a while. You've never gained a stable position. You were always exchanging captains like socks. It's not that everyone that has led you in the past has died. No, just the overall organisation was fucked. And you were the one who took one for the team.

Everyone else from your first squad exchanged captains like once or never. And they only did it when their captain died. You had to jump from a place to a different place every other week.

It wasn't that bad. The whole moving from one base to another base was simple, not like everyone described it. And you got loads of respect from your superiors. You were doing the job that no one wanted to do.

And why the hell not? It even came with certain benefits. You had lots of connections. If your current team was in an urgent situation and needed a sniper, for example, immediately. You knew who to ask. Having different people around you was the only stressful thing.

Your superiors showing their authority in a physical way was one of the annoying things. But you learned to live with it until recently. You were assigned to the TF141.

Simon "Ghost" Riley. You thought the one who'd try to show you where you stand would be the captain. But no. The captain "John Price" was a solid dude. It was the lieutenant that was putting you in your place constantly. You didn't get a break.

The most annoying part was that he wasn't hurting you in any way, shape, or form. He killed off your spirit. He destroyed you from the inside. He was terrifying even without throwing a single punch. One of the things helping him be such a freak of nature was his height.

He's standing at 6'4, a big boy. You were somewhere in the 5'3 to 5'6 range. The height difference was very noticeable. Anytime he walked up to you, you took a step back. He was just that intimidating.

You would have to lie to yourself if you said that you never thought about him totally destroying you in bed. It was a secret thought that you'd take with you to your grave. But Ghost, he knew. He didn't need you to tell him he could sense it from your body language.

At first, his reaction was something like "Fucking hell" You know, the classic British man reaction. But as time went on, he started to like it. He himself had a few thoughts of you.

You both felt the tension in between you. Once, on a mission, you were walking with him and Gaz. Gaz got separated since he needed to talk to Price. You walked with Ghost holding onto your firearm.

Ghost suddenly stopped in his tracks. You looked at him but didn't say a word. Just in case he was trying to listen for footsteps. You threw him a confused glance.

When it seemed he was just standing there with no particular reason you walked towards him, questioning, why'd he stop. But when you were in front of him, your mouth refused to move. Ghost smirked even tho you weren't able to see it. He quickly pinned you against a wall. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, "I know where the weapons are~"

You got confused for a second. Right, you were sent here to find some missing gear of some dead soldiers. But if he knew where they were, then why didn't he do anything. Why would he want to make things longer? That wasn't like him.

You questioned him about it, and he just chuckled. "We can pretend we were searching the whole time~" You looked at him, still as confused as before. You couldn't put your head around it. "By that, I mean I can take my sweet time with you~" Now you understood.

Your cheeks turned red, and you looked away like you were embarrassed. "Is that a no?" He looked at you. He wanted to hear you say it.

You gathered your strength and mumbled, "You won't snitch, right?" He smiled and, without hesitation, lifted you up off the ground. You instinctively put your legs around his waist. Ghost pushed his body onto yours, making sure you feel all of him. He pulled his zipper open, and so did you.

He helped you to pull your pants down a little. He was huge. He pressed the tip against your entrance and pushed in, stuffing you full. He was slow and gentle. He was patient. He was calm.

Thanks to his size, he had full control. Your hands were pressed against his shoulders. You whined from the stretch. "Shhh, it's fine, sweetheart. You're gonna get used to it soon.

After the mission, you wondered why did they assign you to TF141 permanently and gave your schedule to someone else.

Guess someone took a liking to the little recruit.

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mockerycrow · 10 months

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Frozen Fingertips [1/2] (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist - crow’s mega masterlist - part two

Summary: You and Simon are in an extremely cold and snow covered area of Russia and manage to get separated from everyone else when a blizzard comes out of nowhere. Ghost helps keep you alive.

[WARNINGS: Light descriptions of developing hypothermia and frostbite, angst, hurt/comfort, ghost is actually worried.]

THE EXTREMELY COLD air bit at the little skin that’s exposed on your face and invades your lungs, nearly feeling like it’s sending frost to bite at the most inner corners of your esophagus. Dressed in snow boots, a snow suit as well as a snow jacket with a bullet proof vest, a thick scarf, two layers of gloves—a pair of thin gloves and then your snow gloves—as well as a beanie with your hood up. You tried to tie your scarf in such a way where it covers the lower portion of your face, but movement has made the fabric crumble down. The conditions of the snowy forest you’re trudging through are harsh; the snow is several feet deep, nearly up to your mid-thigh, causing you to have to quite literally pull your leg through dense snow, and of course you forgot your sunglasses for this trip. The bright sun is shining onto the snow surrounding you, successfully blinding you, causing you to squint until you give yourself a headache.

You have no idea what temperature it is, but all you know is that the fact that you’re moving through the snow is the only thing getting you through this. Your nose burns from the cold and so do your cheekbones, and any other skin that is exposed. You hold your rifle tighter to your chest in an attempt to maintain warmth, and despite all of your protective clothing, you don’t feel warm at all. You’re traveling with Ghost, while Soap, Price, and Gaz are infiltrating a nearby safehouse, owned by Makarov. You and Ghost are making your way to the exfil point after providing overwatch—the weather was beginning to pick up, blocking your line of sight. You shudder as some snow lands on the tip of your nose and melt, but nearly immediately freeze due to the temperature.

You keep dragging your feet through the snow, one foot after the other, trying to think warm thoughts to keep you going. Your radio crackles to life and Ghost’s muffled voice comes through; he’s only in front of you, but the snow can act as a sound muffler. “Doin’ alright?” His voice is like a wave of warmth washing over you, and you close your eyes for a moment as you walk. You open them and mumble, “Freezing my ass off, sir.” Ghost lets out a huff that almost sounds like a chuckle. “Keep moving, sergeant. You’ll keep your strength and warmth up.” You don’t bother to respond as you continue to trudge on. The wind begins to pick up as well as the falling snow slowly turns into a mini blizzard. “This is Price to Ghost and [Name], how copy?”

You don’t bother to respond as you’re focused on keeping yourself upright—when did you begin to feel so tired? “Loud and clear, Price. The weather’s pickin’ up.”

When did you begin to feel so.. warm? ..What?

You blink and suddenly you find yourself collapsed into the snow. You don’t question it, because you’re quite comfortable. The coldness of the snow feels good against your suddenly warm skin. You’re violently shivering, but you don’t mind. You’re warm. A pair of hands grab your coat, flipping you over so you’re no longer face down into the snow. You whine and weakly try to push whoever is touching you because their gloved hands are on your face, brushing snow off of your skin. “Stop,” You slur, your voice wobbling. Your hearing tappers out for a moment, and apparently so does your vision because the next thing you know—you find yourself in a cabin.

The first thing you feel is warmth—and then extreme coldness, and then numbness, and it’s a repeating cycle, causing you constantly shiver where you’re laying. Your limbs feel so heavy and you just want to stay laying down, but you’re hit with the thought of Ghost. Did he bring you here? Or did something happen, causing someone to take you? Your thoughts are in disarray, that much is clear. You can’t even form a coherent thought. You blink slowly as to focus your gaze, and you see a tall and bulky figure bent down by a fireplace, which you’re laying near. Huh. You’re somehow stuffed inside your sleeping bag. The figure’s back is turned to you, so whatever they’re doing, you’re unable to see. “C’mon,” The rough voice hisses. Oh, it’s Ghost.. Duh. You let out a choked noise as a weird pain of blistering pain radiates through your skull, and you’re vaguely aware of the feeling of your blood quickly rushing back into your fingertips, the humming sensation in your fingers nearing painful. They were lightly tingling before.

You blink again; time has passed. There’s a fire going now, a steady one, but it’s clearly not enough. Not with the way Ghost’s intense eyes are staring into yours, him saying something about you staying awake, something about how he knows you want to sleep—which he’s right about—but you can’t, and that you shouldn’t. You nearly wanna reach over and smack him about that, and you would have if you could move without the sluggish and heavy weighted feelings in your limbs. Who is he, to tell you, what you can and cannot do?? “I’m tired, Ghost.. Lemme sleep.” You croak out—your voice is trembling and you don’t understand why, but your body doesn’t give you enough energy to properly question it and you lay your head back down, trying to turn it away.

“Need you to keep those eyes open, [Name],” Ghost’s voice is suddenly.. very, very, very close to your ears. Your eyes flutter back open—you don’t even remember closing them—and you’re face to face to his mask. His brown eyes burrow into yours, nearing unreadable, but one thought pops up when your head allows it; he’s worried. Ghost is worried. “M’here,” You mutter, feeling yourself shake in your sleeping bag. “I’m here.” You watch as Ghost gets up from his position, which was looming over you, to add more fuel to the fireplace. The fire cracks and sparks alive once again, and you never noticed it died down. Must’ve been a while, of you being in and out. Your head is finally allowing you think more clearly. “How..” You lick your dry and cold lips before continuing. “How long has it been?”

Ghost looks over at you, pausing for a moment before poking at the burning wood with a fireplace poker. “You don’t know?” He questions, his voice tense. Bad sign. You not remembering how much time has passed is a very bad sign. You shake your head, tugging your sleeping bag closer to your body in a sluggish manner. Ghost’s quiet as he moves back over to you, grabbing his own sleeping bag which is tightly rolled up and attached to his backpack. Ghost begins to unravel the fabric and unzip it, in an attempt to make a blanket. “Well, a big blizzard started up as we were headin’ to the RV. Found you face down in the snow a bit behind me, and knew you..” He trails off as pulls the zippers down, hesitating in his movements. “..knew you needed to rest, needed help.”

You press your lips together because it’s so clear Ghost is avoiding what he wanted to say; what you both know what he meant. A harsh shiver rolls out through your body, harsh enough to make your vision spin, causing Ghost to huff. He drapes his unzipped sleeping bag over your body, tucking the extra fabric under your body. You groan quietly and you shut your eyes for a moment. Ghost is shifting stuff around and you his gloves fingers push your hat up ever so slightly and then you feel.. skin pressing against your forehead?? Your eyes open sleepily to the sight of Ghost’s mask pushed to above his nose, exposing his scarred lips and cheeks. You open your mouth to say something but a quiet whimper leaves you as your vision swims again—not giving you a moment to think about his kiss against your forehead. “Cold.” He mutters as he grabs the edge of his mask and pulls it back over the rest of his face, down to his neck. You watch as Ghost takes off his scarf and wraps it around your neck instead, and then he lays down next to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. You try to question why he’s doing this, but Ghost is already three steps ahead of you. “You’re not of any help if you’re dead, love.” His voice is steady, but it’s on edge—like he’s scared.

You shut your eyes and you lean into his everlasting warmth, and you decide to not point out how his gloved fingers are stroking the exposed skin of your face in a soothing manner.

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